It’s a dinner for one, it’s a night I don’t want
It’s a echo in the hall at 2 a.m. I’ve been retracing my steps
I’ve been reliving your lips I’ve been re-reading that last
Hey, how you been? Nothing hurts more than this
When the fits Should’ve
been picture perfect Texas were
been gold
Sunset real low the cows home
I’m one thing
This would’ve Maybe meant be
Just ain’t it felt like
you were out in my Do think how it all crashed
How the But letting was
Should’ve mine Should’ve picture perfect Texas skyline
We were gonna
Could’ve porch Sunset real
cows home But now I’m if thing
Gone
Nothing hurts than this Than the almost
What do ifs
Should’ve been mine Should’ve been picture Texas
were fire been
Could’ve swinging sinking low
the now I’m one thing would’ve
different If it’s too be true
could exist this been it
it’s to be